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“Just part of it.”
She decided to play devil’s advocate. “So because of this other threat—another killer—you’re going to what? Stick around me until he’s behind bars. Be my personal bodyguard?” She sipped a little more brandy.
“That’s the plan.”
“Maybe I don’t want a bodyguard,” she said, giving in to the impulse to say exactly what was on her mind. “Maybe I want a lover.”
“Then you’ll have to find yourself one, won’t you?” He downed his drink and ignored the urge to pour himself another. Getting shit-faced wouldn’t help the already volatile situation. Adria—no, London. Remember, she’s London. Keep that in mind!—was already losing control, not that he blamed her. They’d both been wound tight as watch springs.
But he wasn’t convinced the danger had passed. Something just didn’t seem right.
Or is that just an excuse to be with her? To be close to her? To hope that you’ll forget who she is long enough to make love to her?
His gut tightened as she regarded the bottom of her glass sullenly, then pinned him with her erotic blue eyes. “But I want you, Zach. Just you.”
He closed his eyes and swore under his breath. “You can’t. You know it’s impossible.”
“Is it?”
Finishing her drink in a flourish, she took a bold step toward him and shook her head. Black hair feathered around her face. “You want me, too.”
“Christ, Adria, don’t do this,” he said, his voice strained.
She didn’t stop until she reached him then stood on her tiptoes, ran her fingers up his chest, and pressed her full, anxious lips to his. “We’ve done it before.”
“Not when we knew—oh, God.”
She nuzzled his neck, then touched the seam of his lips with her tongue. His bones threatened to melt and with all the willpower he could gather, he grabbed her quickly by both wrists.
“Don’t, Adria!”
“Zach, please, 1 love you—”
“For God’s sake, you can’t! I can’t!” His brain argued with him. Why not? It’s not as though you haven’t stepped over this threshold before. One last time and then good-bye, adios, forever. Take her, take her now! Desire thundered like stampeding cattle racing through his blood and pounding at his temples. The pressure in his crotch was already hot and urgent against his zipper. He closed his eyes to block out the anxious, loving look shining in her eyes. “We’ll regret this,” he ground out, feeling like a powder keg ready to explode.
“Never,” and the pain in her voice broke through his hard shell.
Shoving her up against the wall, he kissed her, brutally, angrily. He pinned her hands above her head as his lips and tongue assaulted her. Her breasts were heaving, rising and falling beneath her jacket and he cupped one in his hands. “Is this what you want, London?” he said, forcing the furious words over his tongue as he wedged his pelvis between the “V” of her thighs, pressing hard against her mound.
Her eyes widened in horror. “I’m not—”
“You are! And you’d better face it!”
Inside he was shaking with desire, ready to throw caution to the wind and take her willing body. The barrier of their clothing was thin, easily destroyed, and then they would be naked. Alone. Man and woman.
Brother and half-sister.
No! If they didn’t stop this dangerous game, he would give in to the urges running rampant through his body and take her. Hell, if she didn’t stop looking at him like that—He kissed her again and this time the kiss wasn’t punishing, and he let go of her hands, dragging her body against him and losing himself in the wonder of her. He wound his fingers in the thick tangles of her black hair and felt her mouth open to him. His tongue explored, sleekly darting in and out, and she moaned so softly he barely heard it.
He reached for her breast, delving into her bra, feeling the tense little nipple, hearing the sound of want deep in her throat.
“I…I can’t,” she whispered, tears streaming down her cheeks.
“I know.” He swallowed back his lust just as he heard it—the sound that was out of place—of leather against boards. His galloping heart stopped for a second.
They weren’t alone.
Hell!
